Serie suddenly understood; no wonder the people outside had those expressions.
Anyone who saw a dead person walk in alive and kicking to their own memorial service would have that ghost-seeing expression!
If she wasn't mistaken, the green-haired Mohawk on stage, feigning tears, should be Viper, no doubt.
As for Jackal...
Heh.
Serie's gaze shifted downwards, precisely locking onto the corner of the stage.
A brown-haired, buzz-cut man in a flashy shirt was bustling about, his butt sticking out.
He clutched a plastic beer keg about to burst with cash in one hand, while his other hand moved so fast it was a blur, collecting money and giving change in one smooth motion, all while muttering like he was chanting sutras:
"Come, come, come! Limited edition commemorative drink for Neon Shadow! Fifty a cup! Buy three get one free! Those showing love can swipe their cards here! Support Neon Shadow's funeral arrangements! Thank you, thank you! Neon Shadow's spirit in heaven will bless everyone with great wealth!"
Serie was directly amused to the point of laughter.
These damn beasts!
Not only did they almost blow her to ashes, but they even wanted to squeeze out every last drop of her after she died?
Were they gorging themselves on Witch's Blood Buns here?
Just as her anger surged, her shoulder was suddenly poked carefully.
Serie turned her head.
It was a chubby girl with the same purplish-blue hair, marveling as she picked up a strand of Serie's hair: "Wow! Sister! Where did you get this hair color dyed? It's exactly like Neon Shadow's! This luster, this texture, it's incredible! We can never mix it..."
Before she finished speaking, her gaze followed the hair upwards, finally seeing Serie's pretty face, illuminated by the bar's neon lights.
The chubby girl gasped sharply, her eyes wide, and the hand covering her mouth trembled.
The next second, a scream, like a clap of thunder, loud enough to drown out all the sentimental background music on stage, ripped through the entire bar:
"Neon Shadow—Sister!!! You, you're alive?!"
Buzz—!
Time seemed to freeze for a moment.
Immediately after, the gazes of the entire bar, like countless spotlights, "whoosh"—all simultaneously fixed on Serie!
Shock, horror, ecstasy, bewilderment... countless emotions churned on those faces, some flushed, some dejected.
An absurd silence permeated the air, leaving only the sentimental background music droning on inappropriately.
Being stared at by hundreds of eyes, Serie instinctively took half a step back, her lips twisting into an extremely awkward and somewhat innocent arc, her expression practically saying—
What can I say?
Kids, pressing 1 really works.
The fastest to react was Viper.
The green-haired Mohawk was instantly scared out of his wits, his microphone clattering to the floor, and he scrambled backstage.
Jackal, on the other hand, was completely dumbfounded.
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